“Frederick confirmed Cole Scott was seen on security cameras and that Rosalie did, in fact, go out the side door after you did,” Alessio said, hanging up his phone as I took another drink.
“He has no cameras in the back lot, which I told him he needs to fucking get,” Alessio muttered. “But it would appear she was alone when she walked outside.”
My guts twisted.
Anyone could have taken her. Cole Scott had left, and I’d gone around the front of the building to look for her before leaving.
I’d left her.
“It’s my fault,” I rasped before I heaved my guts out again. It was just a dry heave at this point. Matteo patted my back gently as I clutched at my stomach on a curb.
“You did not know. This is not your fault,” Matteo assured me, his voice soft. “Do not blame yourself, brother. You tried. You looked. You did what you thought best.” He handed me the water again, and I cleared my mouth before closing my eyes.
Please, God, if you give a shit about her, bring her home safely. Fuck. Please. PLEASE.
I’d been begging God all night for her safe return. I doubt he gave a shit about me, but he had to care about my hummingbird. She was all that was good and pure in this world. Surely, he would not take her…
The thought made my stomach roil again.
“Klaus, we need to go,” Matteo said firmly. “Get yourself sorted. We cannot be late to a meeting we called.”
I nodded. He was right.
I sucked in a few deep breaths before getting back into the SUV. Frank pulled back into traffic after shooting a look at me. I didn’t want that ass to see me losing it like this, but at least he didn’t push the subject. He knew I’d punch him in the face again. Or finish choking him.
We arrived at The Loon a few minutes later, and Drake and some of our men waited for us on the sidewalk.
“Can you handle this?” Alessio asked Drake. “You’re friends with the horsemen.”
“I am loyal to the kings before all else,” he said firmly.
“You are prepared to fight and even kill?” Matteo raised his brows at him.
Drake didn’t flinch. “I am loyal to the kings,” he repeated.
Matteo inclined his head. “We will see.”
Matteo and Alessio walked past him, and Drake fell in step with me, our men behind us.
“Are you OK?” Drake asked softly.
“No,” I muttered.
“Rosalie is smart. She was built to survive. Wherever she is, she will make it back.”
“How do you know?” I looked over at him.
He shrugged. “I’ve seen her deal with Cole Scott and Enzo De Luca. She can handle herself. Plus, you guys helped to train her a bit. Add that to her intelligence, and I’d say she’s giving whoever may have her a run for their money.”
I breathed out, relaxing a bit at that. I needed to hear it.
“Thank you,” I murmured.
He clapped me on the back but didn’t say anything as we went to a private dining room and took a seat. The horsemen weren’t here yet, but they had a few minutes.
“Klaus, be calm,” Matteo said softly in German to me. “I need you to keep your anger in check.”
I grunted. I’d try, but if they lied, I’d kill them.
